aren’t we all simply~
sleeping for dreaming~
for waking for living~
for moment for lifetimes~
forever dying?
poetry and some more
poetry and some more
aren’t we all simply~
sleeping for dreaming~
for waking for living~
for moment for lifetimes~
forever dying?
Twisted tales of times true
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Dear Sonya,
Thank you for sharing with us this poem. We all certainly are forever dying.
All good wishes,
robert
Many die well before death
Few do not die even in death
We don’t always dream when we are sleeping.
Just as we do not always live when we are awake….
True words… :)
“A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.”
“And one day when life has passed us by
We will then have time to ask why?”
Thank you for your wonderful comment :)
My pleasure :) it was wonderful to read your poem :)
Hopefully not all of us are in that mould… no pun intended :-)
Awareness is all that is needed to stop the rot.